LOMELLINO (writes). Go on.
GIANETTINO. Fiesco of Lavagna.
LOMELLINO. Have a care! Have a care! That black stone will yet prove fatal to you.
GIANETTINO. Scipio Bourgognino.
LOMELLINO. He may celebrate elsewhere his wedding——
GIANETTINO. Ay, where I shall be director of the nuptials. Raphael
Sacco.
LOMELLINO. I should intercede for his life until he shall have paid my five thousand crowns. (Writes.) Death strikes the balance.
GIANETTINO. Vincent Calcagno.
LOMELLINO. Calcagno. The twelfth I write at my own risk, unless our mortal enemy be overlooked.
GIANETTINO. The end crowns all—Joseph Verrina.